After the divorce: the president can't hold back the young grandmother

Chapter 371 Be good, don't always be mad at me
Sure enough, his words made Jiang Huainan stop.

She turned around, eyes full of raging anger.

She scolded Huo Jiuxiao viciously: "Can you stop being so shameless?"

Huo Jiuxiao walked towards her, and his eyes fell on her hands that were carrying heavy objects.

She bought too many things and the objects were too heavy, and the veins in her wrists were stretched.

The moment he walked in front of her, he forcibly took the things in her two hands into his hands, and then said:
"Miss Jiang, you followed him to live in the slums. Presumably for his future ambitions, it is not impossible to sacrifice a little more, right?"

Paused, with a pointed tone,

"I haven't always been kind to you and extended an olive branch to you. How about it, don't you invite me to sit in your little nest of love?"

Angrily, Jiang Huainan wanted to smash all the eggs on the stall next to him in the face, but he told her rationally and clearly that she couldn't.

After taking a deep breath, she said, "Huo Jiuxiao, I can't marry you even if I die!"

Huo Jiuxiao narrowed his black pupils deeply, and said with a low smile:

"Want to die? You can. You and him, I will bury you all in the Jiang family's ancestral grave!"

Jiang Huainan was so angry that he couldn't speak.

At this moment, Huo Jiuxiao was still able to free up one hand to help her straighten her somewhat messy hair blown by the wind, and her voice was gentle and unreasonable, with a pointed tone:

"Be good, don't always be angry with me. I have a bad temper, and I want to see blood on my hands when I'm not good."

Jiang Huainan opened his hand, and after calming down a few times, he said, "Let's go."

Huo Jiuxiao raised his eyebrows, and a few minutes later, he entered Jiang Huainan's rented house in the village in the city as he wished.

It is a cement bungalow with a yard. The yard is not big, but there is a well.

Huo Jiuxiao looked at the sheets and quilts drying in the yard, as well as the spotless men's shoes that had been scrubbed, and sincerely felt that the place was quite smoky, but he was extremely unhappy.

Is this really cohabitation?

Thinking so, he asked, "Are you living together?"

Jiang Huainan saw the fierce desire to destroy in Huo Jiuxiao's eyes, worried that she would trouble Jiang Xiaolin or take revenge on him, so he could only tell the truth, "No."

Huo Jiuxiao looked at the two bungalows in the courtyard, thought for a few seconds, and said, "Does it have to be stacked together to be called cohabitation? My Miss Jiang, I can't hold sand in my eyes..."

Jiang Huainan's eyes turned red with anger, and interrupted him: "Huo Jiuxiao, are you sick? You don't like me, why are you stalking me?"

Huo Jiuxiao said: "I'm so sorry. I really don't like you, but I can't help it. I can't touch other women, and I feel sick when I touch them. You are the only exception. I am the future head of the Huo family. Can't come to my generation, I, Huo Jiuxiao, will have no descendants?"

Jiang Huainan rushed into the kitchen after he finished speaking, and when she came out again, she had an extra kitchen knife in her hand.

Because of her anger, her face was flushed with anger. She was obviously very weak, but her posture with the kitchen knife was very fierce.

The whole person, in Huo Jiuxiao's view, was ridiculous.

Instead of being annoyed by her behavior, he took the initiative to walk in front of her.

Not only that, but he also bent his tall body, put his neck under her knife, and said: "Use a little force, or you won't be able to break it."

Jiang Huainan: "..."

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that end.

After Sheng Chaomu ended the call with Huo Jiuxiao, Fu Huaijin forcefully took him to the hospital in Lin'an City.

Originally, Sheng Chaomu didn't pay much attention to this matter, but it wasn't until she was taken to the obstetrics and gynecology department that her mood fluctuated significantly.

She looked at Fu Huaijin standing beside her with extremely complicated eyes, "Why did you bring me to the obstetrics and gynecology department?"

After she finished speaking, Fu Huaijin took her by the hand and walked into the consulting room.

The attending physician was an old professor who had retired from a first-line hospital. He wore a pair of black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, looking a little stern.

He raised his eyes and looked at Fu Huaijin who came in, and then at Sheng Chaomu who was led in by him, and said:
"You brat, I thought you died in the capital, you said you, how many years have you not returned to Lin'an city?"

Facing the old man's reprimand, Fu Huaijin was not angry, but greeted politely:

"Mr. Han." After a pause, "Please show her."

Old Han snorted coldly, then looked at Sheng Chaomu seriously, then frowned and said:

"You look so weak that you can't give birth. What's so good about it?"

After Fu Huaijin finished speaking, she said, "She has already given birth to three for me."

Hearing this, Elder Han's mood obviously rose a little bit, "Have you already given birth to three? Is she that... Sheng Chaomu?"

Fu Huaijin nodded: "Yes."

Old Han's gaze became complicated, and then he began to feel the pulse of Sheng Chaomu who was sitting down, and asked, "What's uncomfortable?"

Sheng Chaomu said truthfully:

"I don't have any discomfort. It's just that when I gave birth to a child in my early years, I lost too much body and fell down. I can't be affected by the cold, and I will get sick when I get cold and tired..."

Fu Huaijin didn't even let her finish her sentence, and interrupted her obviously anxiously, and asked Mr. Han, "How's the pulse? Is she... pregnant?"

As soon as these words came out, Sheng Chaomu looked at him in shock, "What did you say? I'm pregnant?"

(End of this chapter)